the allure of being lost

na.

something in the way in which

losing grasp of everything &

breaking at the very fibers brings with it a

sense of alertness---

alert to the very fact that you have stepped into the

unknown & the longer that you wander,

the longer you become used to the anxiousness

which comes with that hollow feeling,

as if in the dark, perpetually,

you’ve nothing left to lose &

you’ve no idea what may come next---

plans, like lennon said,

being made while life passes you by,

rot away at the feeling which

tickles---

there is the possibility of everything when

you crawl on your hands & knees

along the rigged rock bottom---

the possibility that it may all end in one crippling,

starving moment,

writhes within you &

the harsh reality of complete absence of meaning

forces you

to create your own.